Aint No Better Freedom
Yo ho dough and a bottle of rum and stale crumpets for you and me
Arrggh matey, you have been shanghaied and we’re heading to sea
if you squawk or protest, Cap’n will flail you or make you walk the plank.
We’ll not come home ‘til bounty and booty we find, this I’ll bank.
Yo ho dough, there is no reason to have a tantrum or a fit.
Pick up a weapon along the way, for fighting is more than a bit.
Arrggh matey, enjoy the ship, and learn to tolerate the crew.
There ain’t no better freedoms for the likes of me and you.
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